Chapter 16 – Dungeon Part 3

My words made Olivia and Domenica turn completely pale. Everyone knew the fate of a woman who was made a slave by a state crime. They would be turned into the plaything of a nobleman or some wealthy person until they broke.

Without waiting for anything, I motioned to the remaining guard to report the remaining one.

-    Her name is Greta. 50 years old. We find her inside the ladies' brothel with a prostitute. We searched their properties and managed to seize around 5000 gold coins. Its properties are valued at 30 silver coins each giving a total of 150 silver coins.

I nodded in satisfaction at his speech. Greta, on the other hand, was alarmed and screamed.

-    Don't take my stuff, you brat! They're mine, I worked hard for that!

-    Shut up! You never did your job in this house and were giving orders all the time! I put up with you since you were my mother's childhood friend! Yet you have betrayed my trust and taken away from the people what belongs to them!

My harsh words made Greta even angrier, starting to insult me repeatedly. I glanced at the guard who got the message and entered the cell and started beating Greta.

Due to her morbid body, the guard had to apply all his strength to cause her pain. Finally, he put a gag on her and I continued to decide on the appropriate punishment.

-     Since you're so hot, you'll be burned alive at the stake.

A Machiavellian smile spread across my face. This method of execution was widely used throughout history in numerous countries of my former world.

I researched hundreds of methods of torture and execution to return them to my parents for everything I went through. I even learned about firearms. All to prepare a plan that I could never put into action.

Now I had the opportunity to use all those techniques with a living person.

The guard had a puzzled face on his face, but he didn't doubt me and ran out to get everything ready. This act was performed elsewhere. In the meantime, I watched my new girls more closely.

-     They don't have to be too alarmed. From now on we will have a great time together.

These words are addressed to Olivia and Domenica. Both reacted in different ways. Domenica had a look of hatred and fury while Olivia was sad and melancholy.

Forty minutes later, a sweaty guard and a fat bald man in luxurious, colorful clothes arrived at the dungeon. The fat man had a gold tooth and multiple jewels on his fingers.

-    My lord, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Ronald, the keeper of the slave market in this city.

The fat man clasped his hands together as he smiled and showed me his gold tooth. I held out my hand out of courtesy, which he took instantly.

-    I look forward to working alongside you more often. I'm interested in acquiring some slaves. Especially, some of high quality.

The fat man understood my hidden words and said.

-     We will be happy to take care of all your orders. Allow me to extend an invitation to you to the next slave auction to be held in this territory.

The fat man gave me a token and I continue talking.

-    If you would like to attend, just present that token on the day of the full moon. This time we will have very high-quality merchandise and other VIP guests will be arriving.

I nodded at the fat man's words. The token was platinum in color, symbolizing a guest of honor. Holding such auctions in noble territory without the knowledge of the nobleman in charge was treated as an act frowned upon.

In extending this invitation to me was the same as saying that he held me in very high esteem and that I would forgive him for informing me late.

-    Let's put that issue aside for the moment. I want you to put two slave seals on those two women.

The fat man quickly opened a briefcase and took out several different inks and blood. In a bowl he poured them in different proportions and mixed them together. Then he began to perform a prayer to the goddess of contracts.

This goddess of contracts was one of the goddesses of this world. These four goddesses were the goddesses of creation, wisdom, beauty, and contract. There were other gods besides them.

The fat man finished his chants by making the ink glow. He immediately grabbed Olivia's hand making a small cut with his knife. He poured a drop of his blood into the bowl and then asked me to come closer. I already knew about this ritual of the game, so I approached it without hesitation.

I stretched out my hand and the fat man made a cut. My blood went into the bowl and immediately the ink changed color from black to gold. The gold ink rose in the air and formed chains that went directly into Olivia's body.

Seeing this made me excited. This fat man hadn't made the typical slave seal. What he did went further and bound her directly in the soul. This was a soul contract. He went through the same process with Domenica and although she resisted and tried to break the chains, she could do nothing.

The fat man got up from the ground and wiped his sweat and said.

-    My lord, the ritual was successful. You must have felt the link in his soul. I hope you enjoy your new assets.

I handed the fat man two platinum coins, which made him tremble with excitement.

-     My lord. This is too much. I don't deserve such kindness.